Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 106

Chapter 106

Brooke's body is still twisted at the bottom of the stairs. Her limbs are too still. Like

a marionette with her strings cut.

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I don't even realize I've stopped breathing until my lungs start burning. I blink. Once. Twice. My brain is still back there hands fisting in each other's hair, her nails scraping my skin like a feral cat, the sick sound of her foot slipping-then that crack at the end.

My blood's rushing too loud in my ears. I can't focus. Can't think. Can't explain. And then-

"Taryn."

His voice. Deep. Cutting.

I don't realize I'm holding my breath until Enoch's scent slams into me like a fucking freight train-cedarwood and rain and something darker, hotter, wild like the way his eyes used to burn into mine before I ruined everything.

I feel him before I see him.

Fuck.

Shivers run down my spine. I don't know whether I should run downstairs or even follow Brooke in her wake. Maybe then I'd be able to escape.

Goddess, let the floor swallow me up.

I whip around. Enoch's already at the bottom of the stairs, one hand clenched into

a fist at his side, the other twitching like he's one second away from losing it. His eyes-those goddamn forest green eyes-aren't looking at Brooke. They're locked

on me.

Shit, shit, shit.

"Enoch, I didn't-I didn't push her. She just-I was trying to get my phone back and she slipped, and I swear I didn't-"

My throat is dry and I can't stop the way my chest rises, falls, then rises again like I'm breathing through a straw. My vision's tunneling. The guilt, the fear, the complete what the fuck of everything I've just done is clawing at my skin.

And then-he moves.

I flinch, instinctively bracing for a reaction, a roar, a something-but his arms are suddenly around me. I should explain. I should tell him she slipped, that I was just grabbing my phone, that her claws came out first, not mine.

"She's-she's slipped and-and... I didn't-I..." I try to let it out, but stuttering doesn;t help when my breath is ragged and I could feel my lungs closing in. I can't follow my breath and blood is getting to my head,

"I'll take care of it," he murmurs, voice low and rough, vibrating through my bones. "You don't have to say anything. I know it wasn't you."

...What?

My body stiffens. My hands are caught between our chests. My brain's lagging two seconds behind.

"Enoch-"

"She's still breathing," he says. "Barely. But she'll live."

I look down. Brooke's still out cold. Blood trickles from the side of her mouth. Her

leg's bent weird. I immediately look away before I throw up.

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Enoch's grip tighten around me, pressing his hand on the back of my neck so I'm deeper in his chest. I wanna cry, I wanna tell Enoch what I heard from Brooke.

But my mouth won't work. My brain's glitching out. I'm frozen, heart stuttering against his chest like I'm the one who tumbled down the stairs, not Brooke. He presses a kiss to my forehead. It's the kind of thing he used to do when we were still pretending we didn't feel this twisted, fucked-up magnetism pulling us together. A si fall of a sudden, the panic attack inside of me slowly rests and I could breathe properly.

But now? After everything? It hits different. Colder. Hotter. More dangerous.

says, fingers curling around my jaw like

eyes darting to Brooke's motionless body at the foot of the stairs. Her hair's splayed out like a damn crime scene photo,

go unconscious like

fall must've been

Shit.

Shitshitshit.

is getting tighter, lungs shrinking like there's not enough oxygen in this palace. Or this damn

mean to-she came

word crashes

yelling. That's the worst part. It's

"You're

to argue, but my knees choose violence and just-give out. The scratch Brooke left on my leg is stinging more than it should. Probably

"Fuck," Enoch hisses.

then-just like that-he crouches and lifts me into his

next I'm pressed up against his chest, my breath catching as

personally offends him. Like the mere idea of me being in pain sends him into a

now.

doesn't respond. Just strides past Brooke like she's a stain on the carpet. His grip tightens when we pass

Enoch barks over

dead, right?” I mutter, my voice

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like really, Taryn? but nods once. "Breathing. Just out

So attempted murder is off

For now.

suite open

and strides

me down-this is dramatic as

sets me down on the bed gently, like I'm made of porcelain or whatever metaphor people

"Stay"

I'm not

flash. "No. You're worse. You're a stubborn little omega

throw herself into

same time." Enoch ignores me. He grabs a first aid kit from the drawer like this is a routine thing-patching up his unhinged mate after she nearly commits

kneels beside the bed, pulling my

me

ignores me. Of course he fucking

watch as he yanks open the drawer beside the bed

is foreplay. Patch each other up. Whisper sweet nothings. Bleed

in his hand

He's not calm.

Not even close.

scratch with gauze. The King-the Lycan King i skneeling in front of me. I flinch at the sting and he growls, low and rough and way too possessive for someone who's

while you let someone touch you like that?" His eyes

me because I was grabbing my phone back. Not because she

darkens.

Christ," I mutter, pushing at his shoulder. "You can't just go

tried

"You're mine."

My breath catches.

"Don't," I whisper.

back," I say quickly. "There's still evidence

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I know she was under Brooke.

"You're not going anywhere."

voice turns feral.

"Enoch-"

hand to my shoulder, hot and heavy, pinning me to

mattress like it's nothing.

"Stay."

slices through me like ice.

alpha. It's king.

spine goes straight.